The party is loud,noise in the air
People all around,
I'm sitting down,
Present.......but not really there.
I linger in the back,a watchful eye
In the background,
Invisible
I see many pass me by.
Interest has left,and all feels dull
No one approaches
Or wants to talk,
My introversion makes me mull.
I could be social,and enter the fray
But it's all a group
And shallow talk,
No deep conversations today.
No good friends for discourse;
I know all here
But still feel a stranger;
All too well,I know this remorse.
I try to mingle,but I've lost the heart
They all seem so........
Uninterested;
So from the crowd,I stay apart.
I try distraction,for my mind,
The food is good
But not much else,
Entertainment is hard to find.
Why,I ask,did I even go?
My hypocrisy
Boggles me,
Why I'm like this,I don't know.
Yet here I am,a wallflower;
Unbecoming for a guy,
I think,
As I wait away the hours.
Maybe I'll find someone,someday,
To talk the boredom
Away with,
Until the party fades away...............
Oh look,they finally started volleyball
volleyball is fun.......
It's the place called peace
a canopy of green
from mans un-baring sun
there no fear....here.
Its the place l close my eyes
and l just....listen
its a place to go to
and let the rain on leaves
just ...glisten
chorus
its full of senses
its full of life
so l'll sit a while
and let it talk.
Its a place that has much to say
l'll softly walk its way
emerald green reflected eyes
his fallen one, i'm hidden....from his lies
so lets stay a while
lets play like the child
his promised harmony, no wars,
.....just mild
A place of peace
it's love will never cease
a place ....so peaceful
sit back, its time to mull
come with me, come and .... see
it's really not that far
bathe in its love
when then he says,
enough.... enough.
chorus
its full of senses, its full of life
l'll sit a while
and let it talk.
Bridge
come with me
open eyes and ..see
it's gar-jeen
and
its emerald green
Gairdin is Gaelic for Garden
pronounced..gar-jeen or gairjeen or gawr-jeen
We all have beginnings somewhere,
a place where the soul first took root
and drew its history, fixed a compass
point, a pin in a map to mark its home.
For me it was here
where the horizon began
in a haze of mangrove trees
and broad tidal flats
and boats bellied in mud
when the sea sucked back the river
leaving its gums grinning
under a warm sun. It was here
where my ancestors landed
more than a century and a half ago.
Now manicured to prime real estate,
the tides keep to an orderly flow
within grassy banks overseen
by multi million dollar views.
The mangrove forests have gone,
the swamps sanitised to lawn.
I look across the glistening reaches
of a man made lake to where
the slow drift of sailboats scrape
the bottom of an evening sky.
All seems out of place, not home
and yet I mull as to whether
there is any other beyond this one,
beyond the little sailing boats
and the barking dog nearby.
When you plan something spur of the moment,
At first you feel proud and in charge,
But the longer you think,
It will end in a blink;
Then the doubts stumble in and loom large.
I need time to mull over my choices,
Possibilities I can assess,
Weighing good points and bad,
What will make me feel glad
And eliminate what might cause stress.
Sometimes, though, I can’t make a decision
And the plans do not ever get made,
So perhaps if I pounce
I might get to renounce
Hesitations that make me afraid.
If the scale tips one way or another,
Either method can end up with doubt,
But at least if you book,
Then by hook or by crook,
An adventure you won’t do without.
I order a Guinness and a shot of Pappy Van Winkle.
My green paper Leprechaun hat is crushed
and lopsided on my head.
That shot of bourbon cost me more
then I used to earn for a day's work.
“I'm worth it”
I say to the middle-aged female server
with my devastatingly crinkled wink -
she shrugs,
she’s seen daytime drunks before.
“My dog just died”
I tell the bulky reveler at my elbow,
he is shouting to some pal way across the bar.
“His name was Paddy,
and he wasn’t no ing Irish Setter *******,
he was a shaggy Kerry Blue”
The big guy doesn't even hear me.
I swig down from the dark mull and amber slug,
weave my way out of the joint,
looking for another pot of gold to piss on.
Luck of the Irish.
If age is a constant then daydreams and nightmares
will cease to exist when the best of life is achieved
as maturity stabilizes at a level of immaturity favors
the innocence in confidence-mired ill-retrieved
those hopelessly enwrapped by rhetorical triggers
stemmed by the proposer amongst the ill-believed
'tis liken a heist at gunpoint to corner those regretters
to have brains (methinks) to cusps their mind deceived
and churned their souls to enter their relievers
and entertain the premature notion that they conceived
participants to ascertain the wherewithal of achievers
better or best consciously the line of inquiry perceived
to mull over and enter the zone as one of the leavers
to post with the best, to the winners be my best-wished.
Book of Matches and Phone Number
If you put a
book of matches and
your phone number on a
slip of
cardboard (lined and sickly yellow) on
your mantelshelf in relation to
each other they’ll
mull over the
best way to
stop forever the
fierce growl of
animals. And too
butcher glove stench
will go.
sharp or keen - foolish or dull
something on which to mull
but I'm still at a loss
one way or another
I must choose oxys or moros
Insomnia is a crazy thing, it makes your mind race and spin
It lights you up when you should give in
My eyes are heavy my head feels dull
This is not the time I should sit and mull
Over things that I cannot resolve at this hour
Let me sleep, restore energy, recharge my power
I have used quotes from Rumi. Also, quotes from the Bible which Jesus said. Some loosely translated.
Listen with tolerance, compassion and love
Let your message be joy and love filled
Say less, listen, mull it over, let your heart speak
Pray more unselfishly, do what you can to be uplifting
Truth brings satisfaction or soul change
Any untruth disturbs the heart and soul to its depth
"Jesus answered, "I am the way, the truth, and the
life. No one comes to the Father except through me."
I believe this to be the real truth.
"If we believe, there isn't judgement."
"For God so loved the world, He gave__His Son."
"The Light came into the world, but people loved darkness."
This one truth is so easy
Just believe, ask the Son to come in.
downtown
people
mull sidewalks
down the one-way
police in pursuit
lights flash
life’s measures play out
I play the radio
as I drive
and switch stations
to find some pain
never goes away
my pain
about a friend lost
and months of promise
gone
a lady sings
a love song
on the radio
her wistful voice
cuts into the night
memories I savor
bright lights
the bartender
a stiff drink
and a brush of hands
friends sit at the table
with me
I sing
they applaud
a heartfelt hug
and desire
but I find myself alone
after stepping out the door
sometimes I say
it’s better this way
sometimes I wonder
why it has to be
a man in front of the library
sleeps in shadows
the world turns
the stars and moon hide
in sullen skies
somewhere a plaintive cry
a dog’s harsh bark
left outside
In the tranquil embrace of twilight's grace,
Hush, little one, the stars trace
A path of shimmering, silver light,
Cradling you through the velvet night.
Moonbeams pirouette, a celestial ballet,
Whispering sweet nothings as they play
Upon your downy head, so dear,
Lulling you into dreams, crystal clear.
The willow's branches, they do sway,
As zephyrs hum a tender lay,
A serenade to rock you tight,
Under the watchful eye of night.
Beneath the cosmos' endless sprawl,
The world is hushed, a serene shawl,
Embracing all in slumber's hold,
While dreams for you, the universe unfolds.
The night's embrace, a tender lull,
As stars and moon in beauty mull,
The precious gift of you, asleep,
In dreams where all your treasures keep.
So, close your eyes, my cherub bright,
Let go of day, embrace the night,
In my embrace, your soul at ease,
Sleep, my love, with the world, in peace.
For in this moment, time stands still,
In the quietude, we find our will,
To dream, to love, to be as one,
Until the morning breaks, my sweet one.
With clouds dispersing above Loch Ba,
to where would we go? And just how far?
We followed the track for more than two hours
listening to birds enjoying the flowers:
meadow pippit, willow warbler
curlew, lapwing and skylarks,
bog asphodel and milkwort,
ragged robin and lousewort,
plenty of pignut and wild thyme.
The remembrance has more value
than contriving a rhyme!
Around us the trees alder and oak
contorted old rowan and birch
all covered in lichen and mosses.
After lunch we returned along the shore
with grebes, geese a raptor and so much more.
Isle of Mull, 14th June 2024
I lay awake once again
Unable to clear my head.
I wish this storm of thoughts would cease,
And allow me to go to bed.
I dream about the future.
I reminisce about the past.
I think about things I could have done.
A funny thought crosses my mind and makes me laugh.
I try to comprehend the vastness of space,
And speculate about aliens.
I theorize about time travel
And what was there before time began.
I try to count some sheep
But they mull around so fast.
I lose track and have to start over.
How much time has past?
I think I figured out why we have wisdom teeth,
Where Atlantis may be, any why we end prayers with Amen.
I paint a picture in my mind.
Then erase it, and paint it once again.
I do everything but sleep.
Then I wonder why we even need to.
Imagine everything we could accomplish if we didn't.
Probably nothing, just like I do.
Mr. and Mrs. Mull named their child BULL
Which some thought was a bit odd
Unlike some babies, his hair was quite full.
I think the name is fitting said his brother Todd.
Todd at age five had suggested the name.
His grandparents raised bulls on their farm.
His parents always told everyone the same.
They would give him a bull, so what was the harm?
Bull grew up to be happy with his name
His favorite pet was his bull, Mr. Salve.
Naming your child should be a game
It might be the last bit of fun you ever have
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